My feelings about snow, a history ...
Birth until the day I bought a house: Love snow. Super fun.
Day I bought a house until present day: Hate snow. Wish snow would die. Would kill snow if given the chance. Wouldn't even want a weapon. It's personal. Would strangle snow. Slowly. All manic-like. Lifetime movie-of-the-week stuff.
As you can plainly see, I've been a man of two minds when it comes to the white stuff. Bottom line? Being an adult really makes snow a hassle and zero fun. Even our very own Gov. Chris Christie agrees.
See, last snow storm, right before Bridgegate broke, USA TODAY, via Twitter, asked the following question: “Did you like snow days more when you were a kid?” Christie — who was very active on Twitter during the storm (@GovChristie) — couldn't resist answering. ”Obviously. Is this a real question?”
So we're all in agreement, right? Snow as an adult = not much fun.
And that's my attitude. Nothing can change it.
Except ... well, it changed. That last snow storm, my wife took our 4- and 2-year old sledding. I stayed home with the newborn. I cautioned her against going, saying it was too cold, they're too young, bones were going to break ... and she looked at me like I was an idiot and walked out the door.
They had fun, obviously.
Next day, my son was begging to go again. So I took him, against my own counsel. I got to the hill, told him to go ahead and sled. I was cold and annoyed, truth be told. Then he asked me to go down the hill with him. I agreed with a sneer.
I LOVE SNOW! I LOVE SNOW! OMG I LOVE SNOW!
I had a blast. Obviously.
So there you have it. My kids — specifically the boy — actually, literally changed my mind about snow. This is the second time he's managed to turn me on to something I thought I hated (Jimmy Buffett, for those scoring at home) and yep, lesson learned. Mind open. Childlike wonder. Totally going sledding today. (After I shovel, which I still hate, but whatever.)